Somewhere in a crowded bar was sitting a man with piercings and tattoos all over his body, waiting for someone.
The door of the bar opened and their came Edmund Richard, Karl Kenwise's secretary.
He came near to the man with piercing and sat opposite to him. He moved his hand forward for greetings.
"Hello!! Howen"
The other man,Howen Capris just raised his eyebrows and smirked.
"what is this with you greeting?"
"Manners you know" Richard replied.
"So, he is dead?" Howen asked.
"Aah yes! have you started doubting your own abilities? It was a clean job and his daughter, what was her name.... yes! Cara, she has been framed as planned."
A gun was pointed towards Richard even before his sentence ended.
"I never doubt my abilities" Howen growled.
"A man like you can never understand my pain" Howen added.
Howen got up from the chair pulling his jacket over his shoulder and got out of the cafe.
"What about the bill?" Richard screamed after him.
Howen shouted "you pay it"
It was very difficult for Howen. Although he was given orders to kill Karl Kenwise but a sin of such a grade can never be pleaded for in God's court. The night was very cold. It was further intensified by the guilt he carried in his heart.
He was getting closer to his house. A 2 BHK apartment in New York's posh area. A big apartment with only one occupant.
He was just taking the last turn when he heard the sound of someone whimphering. Howen looked around and near the light post he saw a dog whimpering. He went near the dog, it was definitely someone's pet. He checked the dog's collar for some address or something to contact the owner but all he found written on the collar was "Hail". A gold key was hung around the dog's neck using I thin chain. He picked the dog up and took it to his home. The dog resisted at first but then gave up.
The dog was whimphering due to cold. He lit fire in fireplace, got a big fruit basket, put his towel inside it and put the dog in. He kept the basket near the fireplace and got milk for the dog. The dog refused to drink. He got him biscuits, he refused to eat. The dog looked gloomy. He too has worries, Howen thought.
That night Howen slept on sofa with the basket on his side. He couldn't sleep well that night. Guilt eating his conscience.
The clock struck six.
He got up from the sofa and went to the washroom and stood before the mirror. He had forgotten to take out his mask and all those fake piercings and tattoos. He tore his mask out and then his piercings. He then looked at himself in the mirror. The hard faced Howen was back.
He was no murderer. He was just following orders.
He consoled himself.